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WrenI wasn’t very far into my last year of med school, when a friend called me. His sister was coming here to look for a job and she didn’t have anywhere to stay.She wanted to relocate to a larger urban area, and it would probably take her a month or so to get situated. Knowing I had an empty bedroom, he was curious if she might be able to stay with me.“Why me?” I asked. “I’m not running a hotel here.”“Well.” He paused. “First, she’s short on funds.” “Second, you’re one of the few people I trust.” “And third… well, to be honest, she’s a bit… difficult.”“Difficult?” I repeated.“Yeah.” He admitted. “She speaks her mind and doesn’t take shit off nobody.” “Did I mention, she’s a redhead?”“So why again do I want this job?” I probed.“You’re the most level-headed guy I know.” He answered. “I figure you probably won’t kill her if she mouths off.”“You’d make a lousy car salesman.” I laughed. “I appreciate the honesty.”“So…” He paused. “What do I tell her?”“As long as she leaves me alone.” I said. “She can stay.” “I don’t expect her to be a hermit, but I don’t have time for drama.”“You’re the best, man.” He gushed. “I owe you big time.”Later that week, she showed up, her car crammed full with all her stuff.“You RJ?” She said. “That’s me.” I answered. “Friends call me wheels.”“RJ will do.” She stated. “Can you show me my room?” This was going well….not.I showed her the room, and went out to carry in a load of stuff.She brushed past me. “Don’t need your help.” She growled.“Suit yourself.” I spat, leaving her to unpack.I retreated to my room to study, trying to resist the urge to strangle her and dump the body in the river.I came out, several hours later to eat and found her sitting on the couch.She looked up when I walked in the room. “Sorry if I was a bit abrupt earlier.” She said. “I don’t like people fussing over me, truthfully, I just don’t like people.”“I’m sure this is a big transition.” I mused. “No problem.” “You’ll find I’m pretty easy going.”“Well.” She stated. “I should warn you, I have a hair-trigger temper.” “This is part of why I need to move.”I looked at her, puzzled, then sat in the recliner across from the couch.“I’m from a fairly small town, and unfortunately, my reputation has made it impossible for me to get work.” She admitted. “I nearly got arrested after leaving my last job.”“Can I ask what happened, or would you rather not talk about it?” I inquired.“Well, I’m a sound engineer, you know.” She said. I must have looked puzzled again.“You know, recording studio, like the big board with all the dials and switches in that ‘Police’ video on MTV.” She explained.I nodded, “OK, got it.”“Well, there aren’t many women in this line of work.” She added. “And we get harassed constantly.” “Women in music can only get ahead by giving head.” “Or so it seems.”I was honestly shocked, I had no idea that was the accepted norm. “I can see how that would be upsetting.”“Well, this slimy producer just wouldn’t stop pawing me and making lewd comments, so I slapped the bastard.” She hissed. “My boss, the owner of the studio, told me it was my fault.” “You’re a woman in a man’s world, what do you expect.” He said. “I punched him square in the face.”“I would have liked to see that.” I said, grinning broadly. “Bet he was surprised.”“Well, alanya escort the only reason I didn’t get arrested is he didn’t want to admit a woman kicked his ass.” She lamented. “But, of course, I was through there.”“Well, I’m sure you can find a place where your talents will be appreciated.” I said, trying to lighten the mood.“Thanks.” She said, tiredly. “But, I’m not optimistic.”“Changing the subject.” I said. “Your brother didn’t even tell me your name.” “I’m not surprised.” She smiled, shaking her head. “We don’t get along very well.” “I’m Wren.” “Thanks for letting me stay here.”“Happy to help a friend.” I grinned. “I came out to get some food, you hungry?”“Yeah, actually, I’ve been poking around in the kitchen.” She admitted. “Hope you don’t mind?”“Make yourself at home.” I smiled.“You have alot of food in there.” She stated. “You party alot or something?”“No.” I answered. “I spend most of my time either in class, or studying, don’t have time to go out.” “Besides, I like to cook.”“My brother didn’t tell me what your major is.” She stated. “He didn’t tell me much of anything.”“I’m in my last year of med school.” I said. “Then on to internship.”“Doctor huh.” She shook her head. “Wow, wish I was that smart.”“Don’t sell yourself short.” I chided. “I could even begin to do what you do.” “I tried to play clarinet in grade school, teacher said I was too mechanical, I had no soul, so I quit.”“Ouch.” She winced. “Pretty harsh.”“Is what it is.” I said. “He was right.”I whipped us up a nice dinner, and we talked and got to know each other better.“You got any leads?” I inquired. “A few.” She said. “But…”“Well.” I smiled. “Don’t worry about it.” “Things have a way of working out, even if it’s not exactly like you expected.”“I hope you’re right.” She said.Since I cooked, Wren insisted on cleaning up. I didn’t argue. Afterwards, we retired to the living room.Wren sat on the floor in front of my stereo, looking at my music collection. “For somebody with no soul, you sure have a nice system.” She giggled. “And I like your taste in music.”“Thanks.” I said. “I just like what I like.”Wren put on an album. “This one looks like it’s seen some use.” She observed.Oh Shit! She’d picked the one album that always got to me. I usually played it when I was lonely or sad. It was guaranteed to make me cry, and today was no exception.The third song was the one. I sat there, eyes closed, listening, tears streaming down my face. There was no way I could hide my reaction, so I didn’t even try.Wren had her back to me, so she didn’t notice, at least not at first. When she turned to ask me something, she saw me.“Oh God.” She sputtered. “I’m sorry.” “Do you want me to turn it off.”I just shook my head. After the song ended, I excused myself briefly, then returned.“Your clarinet teacher was wrong.” She said. “You may not be a musician, but if music can move you that much, that’s ‘soul’ in my opinion.”Over the following days and weeks, we found out we had a great deal in common, movies, hobbies, food, and such and as we became more familiar, she thawed out a bit, actually laughing once in a while.We sat up til late hours discussing all sorts of things, I’d never met anyone like her before.She did chide me from time to time if I let my studies escort alanya slide, “Let the red hair be a warning.” She’d say, then laugh.Almost a month later, I’d just gotten home from classes, when Wren came in right behind me. She nearly ran me down headed for her room, ran inside and slammed the door.I ditched my stuff in my room, then went to her door. I could hear her crying inside.“Wren.” I said, knocking on her door. “GO Away.” She hissed.I opened the door slowly. She was sitting on the bed. “Wren, what’s wrong?” I asked, sitting on the edge of the bed next to her.“I had an interview today.” She sniffled. “I thought everything was going well til I met the head engineer.” “He said I had impeccable credentials and I would be a great addition to the company, but unless I agreed to sleep with him, I was out of luck.”“Wren, I’m so sorry.” I said. “What an asshole.”“What am I going to do RJ?” She bawled. “I’ll never get a job.” “It’s been weeks, and I’m still looking.” She fell over onto my shoulder, sobbing.I hugged her, letting her cry herself out. Then laid her down on the bed, covering her with a blanket.I turned to leave, when she reached out and grabbed my hand. “Please don’t leave.” She croaked. “I don’t want to be alone.”I laid next to her and cradled her in my arms while she sniffled softly. Before long the sniffles became snores as she fell asleep.I held her as she slept, stroking her red hair, comforting her as best I could.She awoke some time later, looking a little better.“Thanks for…” She whispered.“Feeling better?” I asked.She looked up at me smiling, then sat up and kissed me softly, eyes sparkling like diamonds. “Yeah.”This was taking an interesting turn.We laid there, kissing for quite a while. Damn, she was a good kisser. I could smell her perfume and feel her hair caressing my face and neck.This was something completely different for me. My previous encounters were mostly fast, sweaty and frenetic. I wasn’t sure at this point if we were even going any further, and I was OK with that.I wasn’t going to do anything, I’d let her be in control and just see where this went.After a few more minutes of kissing, she looked up at me. “You don’t like me?” She queried. “What?” I answered. “Where did that come from?”“Well, you haven’t tried anything.” She said. “I just figured I wasn’t your type.”“Wren, honey.” I smiled. “I think you’re the most interesting woman I’ve ever met and I’d like nothing more than to escalate this relationship, but I also don’t want to move too fast and scare you off.” “I can’t read you, which really throws me, it’s something I’ve never experienced before.”She laid her head on my chest, then started laughing. “If anyone else said that, I’d call them a liar, but coming from you, I know it’s the truth.” “So you really can’t read me huh?”“Not even a little.” I admitted. “It’s driving me nuts.”She moved back up and kissed me again. “Well, maybe this will clarify things.” She giggled, then started unbuttoning my shirt.We slowly undressed each other, then laid down, embracing. She was about 5’3” 150 lbs with pale skin, nice firm tits, with small areolae that were only barely darker than her skin tone and a round smooth ass that just wouldn’t quit, but her most enticing feature alanya escort bayan was her wispy red pubic hair, God she was beautiful.I’d been with quite a few women by this point in my life, but I always had a special place in my heart for natural redheads. I was smitten.“You are…” I gasped. “Words fail me.”Looking down at my engorged dick, she smiled. “Like what you see?”“Oh Yeah!” I leered, nearly drooling.I pulled her to me and tongue wrestled her, reaching up to caress a tit.She purred and snuggled closer.We explored each other, moving slowly, savoring the experience, learning the territory.I felt no need to rush, honestly a first for me. I was enjoying discovering all her curves, probing her creases and caressing her skin. She in turn was checking me out as well.Eventually, we started getting more intimate, I slowly ran my fingers through her pubic hair, seeking her warm slit. She lightly stroked my abdomen and traced my hairline from my navel to my cock, stopping just before contact.I gently slipped a finger into her wetness, lightly stroking her clit, eliciting a soft moan.I leaned down and kissed a nipple, taking it into my mouth and tonguing it gently. Again, she moaned, shivering lightly. “Mmm, nice.” I sat up, parted her thighs and positioned myself to enter her. She held out her arms, inviting me in, smiling.I took her into my arms, allowing my cock to find it’s own way, slowly sinking into her hot, slick depths.I paused at full penetration, looking into her eyes, kissing her softly. Unhurriedly, I made love to Wren. This wasn’t fucking, it was something else, something I’d not experienced before.We continued for several minutes, eyes locked, tenderly pleasing each other.Soon, Wren sighed softly and her pussy spasmed. She orgasmed, still looking into my eyes. I came as well, my cock injecting semen deep into her, coating her insides.We remained together, embracing, and kissing each other, basking in the afterglow.We didn’t say anything for a long time, content just to touch each other. Just to be together.Finally, Wren broke the silence. “That was nice.” She purred. “Just what I needed.”I looked at her, grinning. “You’re something else.” “I don’t know what to do with you.”“Well, unless I get a job sometime soon.” She smiled. “You’re stuck with me.”“I like the sound of that.” I beamed. “How’d you like to move into my room?” “What?” She said, looking confused.“I’d like you to stay, whether you find a job or not.” I said. “I’ve never met anyone like you.”“You want me to stay?” She asked, still not fully comprehending what I said.“It’s been a long time.” I answered. “But I know it when I feel it, I love you.” “I want you to stay…forever.”Wren laid there, stunned for a moment, then burst into tears. I was sure I’d fucked up, moved too fast and scared her. Then she looked up at me smiling. “I know it’s awfully fast, but I feel the same way.” “I love you too.”I was grinning so hard my face hurt. I hugged her…hard, too hard, making her groan. “Easy Tiger, I’m delicate.”“Sorry.” I said. “Just really, really happy.”“Me too.” She beamed, kissing the end of my nose. “Help me move my stuff?”Wren finally got a job with a local studio making jingles for radio ads. Her boss was a really great guy and treated her well.I proposed at Christmas and we married in March, about a month before I graduated.I case you haven’t figured it out yet, Wren, or should I say Ren was short for Karen. I didn’t find out her real first name until we filed for our marriage license.

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